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- July 1, 2009 by jess
- Give Me Stars and Stoners for the 4th
The older I get, the more appreciation I have for those mellow people who smile at you pleasantly and nod their head at whatever you say. If things get too mundane, we could always have a philosophical discussion about free will…or the genetic make-up of rocks (both usually involve a yummy bag of jalapeño Tostitos, organic salsa, and brownies, so I’m game).
While in high school, I spent way too much effort involving myself in the drama of teenage turmoil. Little did I know at the time, I’d go on to marry a man whose mother is the very essence of drama.
Or that she would go on to make each and EVERY day a theatrical performance until I would once again find my self slamming the door to my room, curling-up on my bed, and crying hot indignant tears over some comment that has no bearing on the grander picture of my life. At age 31.
Yes, I’m tired of the dramatic folks and their banging pans and pouting to get attention. Tired of the cliques and of walking into a room with everyone’s voices silencing, while they look up suspiciously to see if I heard what they were saying. Tired of the geeks who constantly try to outdo one another with their toys, games, equipment, whatever. They never take the time to listen; they’re only waiting for a pause in your breath so they can tell you the NEXT greatest thing they did.
Please give me the stoners. They don’t force me to join them in burning their lungs. They don’t try to make me eat their nasty food. They’ll just sit with me, without judgment, while I sip my vanilla vodka and pineapple as we stare up into the stars.